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A Compromise
I try the doorknob as I get to the office, hoping that it’s locked. In that case, luck is on my side. My face lights up as I realize my mentor isn’t in here. Great. That means I can steal the blood from his fridge without having to ask. But as I insert my key, I can’t put it in whole. Huh. Why is this happening. In the next moment, I hear the lock clicking and the door opens, leaving the key inside my hand and my eyes meeting with Cyrus’s. I stand there in surprise, while he crosses his arms against his chest. We stare at each other quietly, until he finally remarks: “You could’ve just knocked. I thought we had intruders again.” My lips form into a pout and my mood suddenly darkens as I realize what this means. No blood stealing for me today. I’ll have to beg for it instead. I already d
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